Showing posts from April, 2008

I don't have to wait for grandchildren to get my revenge

I’m the kind of person who doesn’t listen to a variety of music at any one given time. When I grasp onto a song of album that moves me, I listen to it ad nauseum. I haven’t been able to get enough of this tune - John Mayer’s Say - in fact, WonderToddler just crawled up on my lap and insisted “Say! Say!” until I played it for her, and then hopped up and down in glee while it played. Whoever wrote the string part did a bang up job, and as usual, Mayer’s lyricism takes my breath away.But the more I think about the lyrics, the more I have to disagree with them personally. In particular, It’s better to say too much than never to say what you need to say again. Maybe for some, the regret of not telling someone how they feel or some other pertinent information might eat at them, but in my life, I’ve found the more I open my mouth, the more I get in trouble. And thankfully, I’m finally starting to learn my lesson.I’ve learned not say anything when one of my girlfriends dates someone who just isn’t good enough for her. They’re all smart, and eventually they always break up and I’m still there for them, no fights or distance in our wake.I’ve learned not to say anything I disagree with my brothers. They’re adults now and it just makes them mad that I’m still trying to be the family whistle blower. They don’t need my advice as much as my unconditional love.I’ve learned not to say anything when a friend drives me bonkers with too much advice. I’d rather quietly do things my own way and keep a friendship strong. They’re really only in my face because they love me.I’ve learned not to say half of what I think to SexyHubby. I know he’d be shocked to hear it what with how blasted much I talk, but I try to do a 50/50 ratio in my head and keep half in. Nothing can hurt quite as much as words, and the times I’ve said everything I was thinking, something has come out that really hurt him. And on further inspection, I didn’t really even believe it that much in the first place. It’s better to keep peace and love in the home and the crazy in my head. I usually get over what is bothering by remembering all the plusses about our relationship and stuffing the negatives deep, deep down in my big toe.Maybe it’s just me, but I’d really rather feel bad and get over it, than make someone else upset and then have the guilt of trying to fix that relationship. It makes me kind of giggle that the same musician who recorded an anthem of speaking your mind also wrote the tune My Stupid Mouth… which tends to fit me perfectly.

Isn't it weird....

I was going to make a post about how my sister in law e.mailed me and told me that it was discovered yesterday that in apocket of a pair of maternity pants I had borrowed from her when I was preggers 2 years ago had a check in it for $400. Because I am just that moronic with money.But then I stumbled on this video - my sexy younger brother, who also is a PHENOMENAL violinist (and way better than me, but I can’t hate him because he’s so dang nice) - arranged Journey’s Don’t Stop Believin’ for his string quartet and posted this video of the performance. Unforch, he’s the first violinist and was cut off on the screen, so I added these pictures for you to enjoy:

A tidy little grovel list

100% Awesome.

Verbally consitpated.

Love him or not - you have to admit at least 2 things about Mitt Romney: 1. He has fabulous hair, and 2. He’s got some pretty funny writers. I LOVE his Top Ten Reasons he ran out of the race!


Okay, I think I found my new dentist!

My turn to have dentes trauma

If I had a million dollars (if I had a million dollars)

Attack of the Dentes

Do you have a song that makes you close your eyes, let the music wash over you and dance right there in your kitchen, leaving your soul, mind and skin feeling new and clean again? This is my song.I’m so glad I get to share this with y’all! Yay Tumblr!!

You know you're a mom when

a happier link

Paradigm shift

Oh holy snap.

File under "Girl Problems "

My husband gets even sexier when I watch him

There’s a party in my tummy! (so yummy! so yummy!)